A Dark Awakening

Rain dripped down the window. William sat on the shelf looking out as the rain fell. He let out a slow and sad sigh. He couldn’t believe what happened, what he had done. He watched the memories play through his mind like a PowerPoint. Trying to find the point where it all went wrong. Just as he was getting to the point where things had gone wrong there was a loud knock on his bedroom door. He looked out the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything. How could he? His throat was dry and every time he wanted to speak his voice would break and tears would start to appear in his eyes.

“Will? Are you alright mate?” his dads voice came through, clear and calm. Something that William needed to be. But he couldn’t help it, his mind was too busy trying to betray him. Another knock at the door. This time concern was the tone.

“Will come on now, open the door let me in. I know it’s hard but you just need to fight these feelings. So come on open the door and let’s talk this through” Williams’s emotions started taking control, sadness replaced with anger, tears replaced with fists. He just wanted to be left alone. His anger increased, finally moving off the bed pacing up and down his room letting the anger take control. But in a single blink William stopped. He had stopped in the middle of his room facing the window. Bed to his left, and a wardrobe to his right. The bedroom door behind him. He turned to the right slowly looking at his wardrobe. He soon found himself walking towards it, his hand out stretched. He grabbed the handle tightly, slowly opening it. As he opened it he was met with his shirts, he moved them all apart to reveal a shoe box. He stared at it for a moment before taking it out and placing it on his bed. Now the knocking on the door became more frequent. But he still ignored it.

“Ok William this isn’t funny any more open this door now!” the door handle rattled violently. William glared at the door and a metal shine engulfed it. The door handle stopped rattling and soon he could hear his dad trying to use his elbow on the door but it wasn’t working. The metal shine on the door was a reinforced spell. Nothing was going to get through that. William turned his attention back to the box. He opened it and looked around the bits of paper, he ran his hand near the bottom of the box. His hand finally touched a metallic item. His hand gripped round it and he pulled it out. A gun revealed itself, shining under the one light that hung in his room. He kept his gaze on the gun for a while before he checked it over. He opened up the cartridge and there were four bullets left.

“Good. Four people. Four bullets” he clicked the gun shut and stood up. He turned to the door and removed the reinforced spell. The door burst open as his dad stumbled in. he looked up to face his son. His dad turned pale, a look of panic on his face. William had the gun pointed at him. The barrel was pressed on his forehead. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. There was a long silence. Neither William nor his dad said anything. Was this it? Was this what starts everything off? Finally Williams’s dad spoke. His voice broken but trying to remain calm.

“Look. I know you’re upset. I really do. But if you talk to me then I can help you. I am your dad after all. Come on son. What do you say?” William didn’t answer. There was an even longer pause. What came next happened so quickly. William pulled the trigger, the gun made a loud bang. The bullet travelled through the barrel and pierced his dad’s forehead. It travelled through his skull, cracking it into multiple bits of shards. But it didn’t stop there, it travelled through his brain and out the other side. Finally the bullet passed through the back of his skull shattering it. It came out and created a hole in the hallway wall. Williams’s dad fell to the floor and lay motionless. Blood pouring out of his skull. William lowered the gun and looked at the corpse that was his farther. He turned away grabbing a black hoodie. He pulled up the hood and walked to the window. Opening it he sat on the window sill putting the gun in the back of his jeans.

“One down. Three to go” he pushed himself off the window sill leaving everything behind.